You're like a band-aid
so attached to my skin
and you always thought
I was the weak one
but when the time came
I just riped you of like a band-aid
fast and in one breath
You never asked me
why I have so many bruises
their there cause I rip bandaids off often
You are the week one
All of you are so easy to pull off
or Im just used to that
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 10:03 PM UTC
You're like a band-aid
so attached to my skin
and you always thought
I was the weak one
but when the time came
I just riped you of like a band-aid
fast and in one breath
You never asked me
why I have so many bruises
their there cause I rip bandaids off often
You are the week one
All of you are so easy to pull off
or Im just used to that
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